Judge — July 6, 1901 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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LOOKS LIKE IT. oe D° YOU know that Job was one of the original members of the Order of Buffaloes?” asked Mr. Dinsmore. “Not the gentleman with the boils?” asked Mr. Perkasie. a “The same.” “How do you know?” Because he says, ‘All the days of my appointed time will I wait until my change comes.” AFFECTIONATE, SsC)H.” gushed the romantic maid, watching the fireworks, just see that golden rain sink into the bosom of the sky “Yes,” answered the facetious yout ‘and just see the sky rocket.” ore HOW COWARDLY OF HIM! kotch yo’, yo’ miz’ble chicking-hearted, write-livered scart cat, THE GRAY CADET. (West Point.) LAST Jone they walked together In green Flirtation’s shade— A gray cadet of twenty, ‘A fair and fluffy maid, She gave him all her dances, ‘And let him steal a kiss, Where nothing but the moonlight Was witness to their bliss. This June they stroll together Beneath Flirtation’s boughs, ‘The same sweet flufly maiden, She listens to his vows— A gray cadet of twenty In braid and buttons still ; But last year she called him Charlie, And now his name is Will. INA IRVIN AT THE FIREPLACE. Tue Loc —* Well, now, if this isn't provoking, to have to come all the way up from the cellar to call on Miss Fire only fo find she's out !" THAT IS ALL. #¢P)O ALL the works close on the Fourth of July?” the : Ly visitor asked. AT oa “Not all. Wyeast One of the works puts in more time than on other occasions even,” “And what works are those?” “ Fireworks.” HIS FUTURE. Miggs— HLL aut SN “What does the laboratory every day?” Jiggs —" He is “studying patent medi- cine.” é Nt cll : \w Ss vi your son do at Ts A\S RLLLATAND vt Gbs-DiIRKS— B eR a sibs Oe toy Tt Mrs. Ey Peckt (to her better-half, who has taken refuge in the river)—"* Yo! jes’ wait till 1\ ite BEE GOOD AND YOU'LL BEE HAPPY. Mx. Drone—"* Gee! this band-organ idea of mine beats the honey-making business all hollow.” THE DAY WE JUBILATE, ANG, -2ip, biff, whic, boom, Kerflip, buzz, by !— Not a college yell, But the Fourth of July. THE BASEBALL SEASON. Jimmy —" Me cous- in ’s one uv de four hun- dred.” Mickey—" Aw, dat’s nuthin’, Me brudder ’s one uv de nine.” THERE is not a more beautiful picture of supreme effort extant than that of a poor boy trying to cover and properly punctuate with bang an entire Fourth of July with two packs of fire-crackers. MO Frevrwemny, IN TOPSYTURVY LAND. Oxaxcr—" Hey! got any two-for-a-cent dagos ?" AFTER THE EXERCISES. oe if DIDN'T like Ethel’s essa: Mrs, Cumso after the graduating exercises were over. “I thought she chose a good subject and discussed it with discrimination,” replied Mr. Cumso with ap- parent satisfac- tion. “No doubt; |. but the ribbon that she tied it with did. not G harmonize with “|, the, flowers she wore.” \ EN zy = ya ZZ py Mee yf f A CHEAPER WAY. Doctor — “To take the rest-cure will cost you one hundred dollars a week,” Henpeck— “Why, doctor, I can send my wife away to the country for half that.” comicbooks.com